William Masonis Poet Free verse

For Sylvia Plath

For Sylvia Plath

So where do you float now;
Genius of misery
Keeper and kept
Of those mysterious bees?

You would frown at an epitaph,
I know.
But epitaphs are inevitable,
You know.

Anyone who's read your lines
Wonders how you did it;
How those lines, tiny chains,
Pullled steady, unified;
Dragged you down to face the dark
The deep crevices of the mind
- Or perhaps you dragged them?

I'm Anybody; you're another -
Two mysteries
Linked by tiny chains.

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